The Wordsmith Blog™

Hey BrokenHearted, how do you do? (That can only be rhetorical, I can tell it by the way you look) Hey BubblyHearted, how do you do? (You wouldn't let a space in between, your anxiety to share the fun is like a banner over your face) See brokenhearted, life only gave you a dose of its many medications, hang on, please don't end it here already, things will never be the same, believe me I speak of the truth. Borrow a leaf Bubblyhearted, the same applies to you, not being pessimistic in this, but these are rules governing here, and they have come to stay. I get it brokenhearted, the pain was sharp strong, and came with so much a shock, but you see oh' dear the secret of hurt lies in its SUDDENESS. The ones you chose to believe have stunned you, now you know not what/whom to believe! The very ones you gave your trust, have pierced you with a spear in a sudden thrust. The one who confessed to love, has now become the one whose only love is to see your hurt. One quick secret bro...